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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Anchor's away

Today's ride was sponsored in part by The Old Bag, and by John in Maine. Thanks, guys, for keeping me on my toe clips ... so far. Long way to go, still.

The ride went shorter than planned today when Geoff and I headed down to the Anchor River to look for a winter trail, which was displayed with some prominence on our map. It was eight bone-chilling downhill miles to the Anchor, only to arrive to a half-frozen river and no sign of a trail. Even the moose we saw near the bridge was breaking his own path through the snow. My guess is the river itself is the winter trail. But because temperatures haven't been any higher than a degree or two above freezing since people had pumpkins on their porches, I have to wonder when exactly this winter trail forms.

After that, we had only the long climb home, plodding slowly through gritty snow on the Sterling Highway shoulder with a lot of time to think about all of the gear we need to acquire. I'm pretty well equipped - with the exception of footgear, which I am especially lacking (I snowshoe in the same pair of trail-running shoes that I hiked the Grand Canyon in). At 8 degrees, today was an eight-sock day. I do think it's time to plunk down a few bucks for neoprene booties.

My editor is out of town, and 'tis the season for a disgusting glut of newspaper advertising and the feel-good copy that fills in the blanks - which means it's going to be a long, long, long week starting Monday. I can see spending most of those precious few daylight hours in the cement box - maybe an incentive to catch up on my night riding. We'll see how it goes ... I'd love to be able to owe y'all the mileage so I have absolutely no excuses to stay indoors. Just think ... a couple of bucks could mean months of virtual cycling entertainment at my expense. It's like reality TV, except it's real, and there's no TV (sorry, Fat Cyclist.)

Second, I was just bustin' Fatty's cajones. I HAVE ridden in the snow. Not like you are apparently doing, tho. Actually I rode my motorcycle through a blizzard once. A foot of snow on the ground, and still coming down in huge crocodile flakes. 15 miles down a snaky mountain road. It was a moderately thrilling ride.

Anyhoo, this is a GREAT looking blog! I've 'booked' you and will be back to follow your adventure.

so after seeing that you live in Homer Alaska, I just HAVE to ask if there really is a place called Alice's Champagne Palace and if you've ever been there. My all time favorite singer, Ellis Paul, has a song called Alice's Champagne Palace and I have always wanted to go to Homer to see it.